The small things.

Opening your purse, you tuck in the gun and ammo. It doesn't leave room for a whole lot more, but as you don't have much else, that isn't really an issue. Next you pull out a sleeve of crackers from the box and tuck the ****, pipe, and lighter into the cracker box, putting the wooden box back in the glove compartment. Looking around the garage you find a rag and wipe everything down to try to conceal any finger prints as best you can before you head out. As you do all of this you find your shirt rides up enough to show off your pussy and ass about...ooooh... fifty times. “Fuck I need pants.” Looking at the house door intently for several seconds you finally decide to try it. Sadly it is locked. Searching around the garage in every place high and low you can think of to hide a spare key, you finally find it under an old oil can. “Sorry people, whoever you are.” With a click you open the door and step into someone's house. Not wanting to incur much more bad karma or legal problems, you decide to keep it simple. You quickly and quietly run the length of the house to find just the things you absolutely need. In the bedroom of what you are sure is a teenager you decide to dig to the bottom of a pile of clothes, careful not to be to noticeable to take something that won't be missed, or at least something not worn in a while and eventually dig up a pair of well worn, ripped skinny fit black jeans that fit pretty well, size zero of all things. Finally hitting the kitchen you swipe two bottles of coke and pull open a package of bologna, grabbing four slices to have with your crackers, wrapping them in a paper towel before stuffing them in the cracker box. Quickly you make your way back into the garage, hide the key, and make your way out the back door into a narrow ravine that goes behind the houses.

You soon decide the flip flops are a shitty option in any kind of woods, but you don't stay in them long so it isn't that bad. Walking out of the ravine at the end of a block, you slip out from behind a house and hit the street without slowing, acting like you belong. Walking along carrying a box of crackers in flip flops, ripped jeans, and a white shirt with lips on the front isn't exactly the most normal, but nobody seems to care either. You pick up the pace a little when you spot a bus stop, somehow sure if you don't you will miss the bus. Once in the little clear booth and sitting on the bench, you find you have ten minutes till the next bus arrives. Not that you know where it will take you, but figuring anywhere is better than here. Plopping down on your sexy ass, you make quick work of most of the crackers, the bologna, and the first coke. Tummy much happier, you settle down, lean back, and sip the second coke till the bus arrives. Climbing in the nearly empty city bus, you stuff a dollar into the bin, and take a seat about half way back.

The bus takes you along a winding course across the city till you spot something interesting, a massive car dealership. Plus a pair of used car dealerships across the wide street. You are guessing you have no kind of credit or anything so the used car seems the best bet, but then again the license you have isn't magic, it was some kind of a spell that made it look like you, so you might have some kind of record as well, so you might just be able to put a down payment on something new.